My Martial Arts Will Become An Evil God!

On the top of the building where the demons danced wildly.

A group of people looked at the various abnormal changes that they showed like demons.

It was all covered up in a hurry.

Fearing that his ugly change would stain Fang Ping's eyes.

"In front of me, you don't need to hide your differences."

Watching the movements covered by everyone, Fang Ping said softly.

Hearing Fang Ping's words, everyone's concealed movements slowed down and looked at Fang Ping in confusion.

"They are part of your body, and that is your unique ability."

"You don't need to feel any discomfort or disgust for this.

"Try to accept its existence."

Fang Ping spoke softly, attracting everyone's attention.

Obviously Chu Qingqing also told them these words.

But although they all said on the surface that they would accept their own changes, in fact, they still had a little discomfort in the depths of their bodies and minds.

I feel like I've become a monster.

It is easy to be afraid to show these changes in front of others.

But at this time, when these words came from Fang Ping's mouth, they felt that there was an unimaginable persuasive experience.

Yes, they are a 060 part of me, just like my own hands and feet.

Why should I reject my own hands and feet?

Fang Ping does it from the heart and doesn't feel that there is anything ugly or evil about their form.

Because his real appearance is even more hideous than the appearance of these people at this time.

But he felt that his real appearance was very handsome, and he looked fierce.

He basically doesn't show up in front of other people.

It's all because he doesn't want to reveal his strength.

His true form, as long as he is not blind, no, even if he is blind, I am afraid that he will become extremely vigilant subconsciously.

That would prevent him from hiding himself and killing his enemies.

Seeing that everyone in front of him seemed to have begun to try to accept the changes in himself, Fang Ping showed a smile.

"Qingqing told me that you established the Nirvana Society."

"We are all people who were once in despair and reborn again, and it is a good thing to use our power to help more desperate people."

"But here, I also have something to tell you."

Fang Ping looked at the crowd and said softly.

Hearing Fang Ping's words, everyone was attentive, looking at Fang Ping with admiration, ready to listen to his orders.

"We're not ugly, we're not monsters, we're just beautiful and more unique."

"We are not creating evil, we are just cleaning up the ugliness in this world and saving more desperate souls.

"We are reborn from despair, and what we pursue is the beauty and splendor of the light of hope."

"In the process of pursuing hope and beauty, we will encounter a lot of trouble. Don't be impatient, be a patient hunter, and sharpen the knife a little bit, and the fast knife can cut through the mess."

"Don't take the initiative to provoke people other than ugliness and evil, unless they force us to do it."

"Don't talk about despair, because we have experienced it deeply, and suppressed emotions can affect our pursuit of beauty.

"Never expose your trump card, because that is the most important weight for us to stop falling into despair."

"Never preach our ideas, our companions will be guided by fate and gradually walk with us."

"Never go to Zhang Yang to declare our existence, we should be rooted in the darkness, and when true despair spreads, the importance of our existence will manifest itself.

"In the end, never get lost, we just need to keep moving forward with hope and good light, and eventually time will give us the most perfect result.

"These ten sentences, I hope you will always remember them and never forget them."

Fang Ping earnestly told them what he had learned from the past (ajfa) in a different way.

Because he hopes that these people in front of him can be like himself, and no longer feel powerless and hopeless.

And listening to Fang Ping's words, everyone's eyes seemed to become brighter.

There seemed to be something firmer in their eyes.

At the same time, the eyes they looked at Fang Ping became more excited and fanatical.

"My lord, since the establishment of the Nirvana Society, Qingqing has never established a president. Can you become the president of our Nirvana Society?"

At this time, the woman named Sister Mei suddenly spoke up and asked respectfully with a very fanatical expression.

When they heard Sister Mei's proposal, everyone present, including Chu Qingqing, became very excited.

They all looked at Fang Ping with a look of anticipation.

"President?" Fang Ping was stunned.

"But I usually have my own affairs, so I'm afraid I can't always pay attention to the situation here."

Hearing that Fang Ping did not directly refuse, Sister Mei's expression became even more excited.

"We'll take care of the normal things ourselves, you just need to point us in the right direction."

Hearing this, Fang Ping raised his brows and pondered slightly.

Seeing Fang Ping meditating, everyone was very uneasy, and could only look at Fang Ping with more anticipation and hope.

Looking at the pair of eyes full of longing and anticipation in front of him.

Fang Ping smiled happily and nodded, "Yes."

There is nothing wrong with being the president of a charitable organization and helping more people.

What, you say Nirvana is not a charity organization?

The purpose of the Nirvana Society is to save more despairing people, so why is it not a charitable organization?!

Afterwards, Fang Ping had a long chat with this group of fellow fans who were like his own, and answered many of their confusions.

After a few hours, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Fang Ping, on the other hand, walked home, ready to pick up some things.

But when Fang Ping came to the door and saw that the door was directly destroyed by someone with powerful force, he frowned.

Although during this blood sacrifice ceremony, magical creatures may appear everywhere.

But he had already let Fang's father leave Haichuan in advance.

So there will be no one in their house.

It shouldn't attract demonized creatures to forcibly enter the destruction gate.

Who broke the door of his house?

Especially when he walked into the house and found that the various furnishings in it did not show any signs of damage.

Fang Ping's brows furrowed even deeper, and a sharp light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Certainly not caused by demonized creatures.

It can only be human...

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